Not long after I laid myself upon the Earth,
I began to grow roots, suckling the green.
Before you knew it, they borrowed farther,
Far from me, crawling faster away.
To be so toxic, yet making myself at home.
I needed some good, to prune the bad.
As I gaze at the storm clouds rolling,
I wait for the rain, but not before the tears.
There is a bitterness, rotten deep within.
To be so disconnected, it is painful.
So I lay, disgusted with my own ruin,
Wishing the woods would cure me.
What a dumb little lie, who do I kid.
I will decompose with pestilence.
How dare I come here, how dare I weep.
But here I'll stay, a graveyard of grief.